The Heroes; Or, Greek Fairy Tales for My Children — John Shaqi
The Heroes; Or, Greek Fairy Tales for My ChildrenKingsley, Charles
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The Heroes; Or, Greek Fairy Tales for My Children
Kingsley, Charles
Mythology, Greek -- Juvenile literature
So he said, ‘Oh, venerable mothers, wisdom is the daughter of old age.
You therefore should know many things. Tell me, if you can, the path to
the Gorgon.’
Then one cried, ‘Who is this who reproaches us with old age?’ And
another, ‘This is the voice of one of the children of men.’
And he, ‘I do not reproach, but honour your old age, and I am one of the
sons of men and of the heroes. The rulers of Olympus have sent me to you
to ask the way to the Gorgon.’
Then one, ‘There are new rulers in Olympus, and all new things are bad.’
And another, ‘We hate your rulers, and the heroes, and all the children
of men. We are the kindred of the Titans, and the Giants, and the
Gorgons, and the ancient monsters of the deep.’ And another, ‘Who is
this rash and insolent man who pushes unbidden into our world?’ And the
first, ‘There never was such a world as ours, nor will be; if we let him
see it, he will spoil it all.’
Then one cried, ‘Give me the eye, that I may see him;’ and another, ‘Give
me the tooth, that I may bite him.’ But Perseus, when he saw that they
were foolish and proud, and did not love the children of men, left off
pitying them, and said to himself, ‘Hungry men must needs be hasty; if I
stay making many words here, I shall be starved.’ Then he stepped close
to them, and watched till they passed the eye from hand to hand. And as
they groped about between themselves, he held out his own hand gently,
till one of them put the eye into it, fancying that it was the hand of
her sister. Then he sprang back, and laughed, and cried—
‘Cruel and proud old women, I have your eye; and I will throw it into the
sea, unless you tell me the path to the Gorgon, and swear to me that you
tell me right.’
Then they wept, and chattered, and scolded; but in vain. They were
forced to tell the truth, though, when they told it, Perseus could hardly
make out the road.
‘You must go,’ they said, ‘foolish boy, to the southward, into the ugly
glare of the sun, till you come to Atlas the Giant, who holds the heaven
and the earth apart. And you must ask his daughters, the Hesperides, who
are young and foolish like yourself. And now give us back our eye, for
we have forgotten all the rest.’
So Perseus gave them back their eye; but instead of using it, they nodded
and fell fast asleep, and were turned into blocks of ice, till the tide
came up and washed them all away. And now they float up and down like
icebergs for ever, weeping whenever they meet the sunshine, and the
fruitful summer and the warm south wind, which fill young hearts with
joy.
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